Essence flows into the fallen body of Jeremiah. Despite the pain his spirit doesn't let him give up just yet. Struggling back to coherency Jeremiah groans. What would be a growl chokes off into blood and teeth. Spitting the gooey mess onto the street beside his head Jeremiah looks around, listens, and smells.
No pack, no noise, no spirit?
A quiet hiss of pain escapes his lips as his broken body flows into urshul. The Ghost Wolf rocks himself to his paws. A gentle shake runs down his body as he adjusts. Pack Thinks the wolfhuman mind in the body of a direwolf.
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